h e r e - today - g o n e - tomorrow {Romance/Adanced}

[vαιuε]

I'm online, and I've got my intro ready to post <3

[Pockyy]

((I've got to go so I'll post mine now if you don't mind ^^ Added more <3 And added some pictures, Alexa's gilet is actually navy with the inside colour pink with fur hood trim ^^ Jack Wills don't stock them anymore but its that kinda colour <3))

A L E X A BENNETT
It was the first day of January, the cold winter air still freezing. The grounds to the family home were covered in crisp, white snow- like a soft blanket. The sky was grey; well it was around 6am in the morning. The dull morning mist clung onto the air, a black BMW was parked outside tall wrought-iron gates. Alexa sighed and glanced back at her leaving party. Servants and relatives that she had never even heard of were there; teary-eyed and wimpy. She rolled her eyes- it wasn’t like she was dead. Well. It certainly seemed like it. Alexa shoved her luggage into a company car that the housekeeper had ordered. Slamming the boot with a bang, she stepped into the back seat, shutting the door carefully with a half-hearted wave. She was dressed in a comfy hoodie and a Jack Wills gilet- they had been a present for her birthday, only a week ago. She shivered slightly, mentally complaining that the car had too much air conditioning. The driver was a man in his middle ages; dressed in a formal suit and dark shades. Glancing at Alexa briefly, he turned on the ignition and drove off with accelaration. Alexa had just managed to put on her seat belt. She took a quick look back, the party already dispersing. Sighing, she waited until they got to the airport- she didn’t know who she was travelling with, only the places.

She arrived on time, the car journey only short. Pulling her luggage out, she groaned. Over packed. She rolled her eyes and lugged it all out, piled in a strange heap. She methodically worked through it, piling small ones on top of bigger ones. Turning sharply on her heels, she walked into the airport with her luggage, hoping to find someone else. She gripped her bag tightly, it contain her passport and a few other expensive items.Exhaling sharply, she stared up blankly at a sign having no clue where she was meant to go. The airport was kind of empty, a few late-night passengers slumping around trying to find the exit. It was big, all open plan and cold. Extremely cold. Alexa tugged her gilet tighter, shyly looking around for anyone who looked like they were going to the same destination.

Ignoring the fact that she was completely lost, she idly walked around until she found the correct desk. Dumping her luggage into the conveyor belt, she got her tickets and pocketed them into her bag. She wondered around and looked for the gate, glancing occassionally at her tickets. She found it, curiously seeing a girl already there (Annie). Alexa seated herself a few chairs away, fiddling with hher tickets.
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A N N I E SPEIGHT
Annie and her foster parents had a massive row just before they were going to leave; the house was starting to shake. She had even thrown her suitcase against the wall, a small crack sound emitted soon after. She didn't want to go, she had a developed life already- she would lose that by having a gap year. Really, Annie was afraid. Afraid that people wouldn't like her or discover who she truly is. Annie threatened to run away for good- her parents shoved her into the car, screeching. They were shaking their heads and talking in minute whispers. That really got on Annie's nerves. She gave them the silent treatment for the journey.

Annie had arrived nearly half an hour early, ignoring her foster parent’s sad expressions. She checked in and got her tickets. She intently watched the attendant as the young man tied a tag onto the several handles she had bought- Annie liked psyching people out. She shoved her tickets into a leather shoulder bag- she liked to describe it as ‘vintage’. Annie had crammed into it: her camera, camera charger, phone, phone charger, iPod touch with headphones, several books -a.ka. 13- and a purse. She sat down in the waited area, legs dangling off the back of the chair as she read a book she wanted to finish today.

Annie wore a simple Hollister zip hoodie and skinny denim jeans. She had her hair in loose curls and her side fringe clipped back. Her worn out converse really expressed her effort. So much for fun, she thought to herself as she turned the page with a flick. Her mocha brown eyes examined the small black print as she hummed along to her favourite artist, Paramore. She really hoped someone who actually come along. Weirdly, her 'hope' came true as she glanced slyly at Alexa. Ignoring her with a 'mmph' she carried on reading her book- hoping someone more exciting would come along.

[lorreli.]

{xD it's fine by me if people would like to post intros. I'll do mine shortly}

[chaos.]

{xD it's fine by me if people would like to post intros. I'll do mine shortly}

Hmm.... Could I post my intro around noon tomorrow?

[lorreli.]

{xD it's fine by me if people would like to post intros. I'll do mine shortly}

Hmm.... Could I post my intro around noon tomorrow?

{Sure, fine by me ^^}

[vαιuε]

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Lucas Dillard looked curiously out the grubby airplane window. The smudges, and uncountable fingerprints made it hard to see, but it was a nice day… or at least from what he could tell squeezed inside an airplane in the middle of the afternoon. He sighed sulkily, and then shifted in an uncomfortable manner, trying to find room for his feet, arms and legs. It was a small space, and even though everywhere else on the inside of this dreadful flight was hearty, he was starting to grow into a fit, with his hangover. It was especially frustrating since he was jetlegged, and has stalked up on uncountable treats and goodies after a restless night that included alcohol, and fretting about the next days worries. But everyone seemed to be having a good time. Either chatting away happily with their friends, or sitting quietly with their headphones blasting up to maximum sound. Well, Lucas had neither of those things. He couldn’t exactly talk to the people beside him… he really didn’t think of them as ‘friends’. And besides, he wasn’t exactly sure what to do when it came to talking to people when he was nervous of flying, and a major headache pounding on the inside of his mind. But of course, he wasn’t ready to admit that to anyone. And since this was Lucas’ first time in the air, he had come unprepared. His earphones and Ipod were left abandoned in the back pocket of his suitcase, in the unreachable part of the airplane.

He groaned loudly, and clasped his hands over his head in a motion to stop the throbbing pain, but the earsplitting noises of people laughing, and baby’s crying, was starting to become unbearable. He rolled up in a tight ball, and squeezed his eyes shut, making a useless effort to keep away the ache. But all these actions he used didn’t help. In fact, most of them just made it worse, and as the airplane went over a large bump in the sky, it threw his stomach into a mode, which he would rather never have to explain. The thought of going through this every month, for the next year… well he just couldn’t bear it! Everyone else on this hell flight must be half insane to enjoy it! He thought bitterly. But even pressed up against the wall of the plane, with a hangover, and with the room spinning, there was one thing that he should probably never do again, and that was drink the night you were supposed to travel, especially if you were a nervous flyer. There was a lesson in this torture. And Lucas knew that even though he was telling himself that he’d never, ever to it again, he was sure that within the next month he’d be partying, and enjoying himself more then he’d ever imagined, then wind up going through the same type of misery all over again. With a depressed sigh, He pushed the silver button on the edge of the seat, and leaned back. At least one problem was solved.


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Words: 516
Comments: I'll write the intro for Mackenzie soon!
Outfit: A large white hoodie from Urban Behavior And a pair of light washed torn jeans from guess with white ankle sock, and loosely tied black converse.

[Popcorns]

Maria Hileman


Maria's hands surpported her ninteen year old girl body as she leaned forward getting a closer look at her in the airport bathroom. She ahd been inthere for twenty minutes. She had a reason though. While she was enjoying Panda Express, a little boy had spilt his soy sauce on her white dress. Now if her ress had been black, she would have sprayed some Ferbreeze on it and slipped on her grey cardigian onto the soy sauce dried out. But no. This was her white dress that showed stains no matter what. So, she fought the crowds to get to the bathroom and change. Now she wore her Cobra Starship t-shirt, and her black skinny jeans. Maria's grey eyes looked back at her. She gave a small smile at the reflection that had the same short hair and an orange section towards the front of her hair. She couldn't recall why she had added the orange to her nutral blonde hair, just that she didn't want to be known as the "blonde". Well people still called her that, but they weren't right because she did have orange in half of her hair.

Maria jerked back from the sink counter and looked over at the bathroom door as some woman walked in and gave her a small smile. Her mind now back to the airport, she returned the smile. If Maria had been a dog, her tail would be wagigng a mile a minute. But that couldn't really hapen could it? A dog's tail can't wag a mile. It can walk a mile, but not wag. But the thought of where she was going made her push away the question. Her mother had saved up some money to send her on severl, and by several she ment twelve, trips. She finally moved out of the bathroom, satisfied with her appearance. It wasn't that she cared, but she didn't want to smell like soy sauce for the rest of the flight. She didn't like the Chinese dipping sauce much.

Maria's eyes blinked open sharply as she recalled what happened probably only twenty minutes ago. She rubbed her face slowly, wondering why she had thought of the events in the bathroom. Her eyes blinked across the aisle to a man around her age(Lucas). She looked away and rested her head against the head rest, her eyes lids alreay dropping. Her friends had decided that a party untill five in the morning was a good idea. It was despite she had to drive her stoned friends home. Maria her self didn't end up like them, but did have a few shots. She was tired like hell, but she would stay awake untill the plane would take off, that much she knew. Her hands fumbled for her pocket, only to take out her dead cell phone. A sigh escaped from the 5'11" girl as she tossed the thing into her carry on, her legs slwoly pulling up onto the seat and into her chest, her eyes already closed.

Word Count: 505
Notes: Anthony will be posted later tonight or tommorow

[Pockyy]

((Oh is everyone posting their intro as already on the plane?))

[lorreli.]

{Yea, everyone is in the airport, going to board the same plane I believe ^^

Posting my intros in a few minutes ^^}

[lorreli.]

*~*Anya Alexis Rolland*~*
Anya Alexis stared at the crowded airport from her safe perch on a small barstool. She was sitting at the airport's cafe, clutching her cherished camera as she watched tourists and buisness people walk by, ushering their kids forward or gabbing away on there cell phones. She took a long sip of her warm mocca as she waited for her flight, her blue eyes darted around everywhere to take in the scene. As a photographer, Anya was prone to analyze the whole scene, just in case there was something that caught her eye that she could work with as her muse, something she could do very easily with her creative mind. She was still wearing her coat, because the cold January air was biting, and somehow, you could even feel it inside the large airport. She also had a scarf loosly wrapped around her neck. Anya Alexis was a person that did not enjoy the biting winds and the frozen roads. She preffered a nice, warm summer day. Which was why she was very anxious to get to their first destination. Africa would proabably be one of the warmest places this time of year, and of course, she couldn't wait. The photography options would be endless, something that really got her up and excited to be leaving this crowded place.

Once Anya had downed all her coffee, she threw away the disposable cup and grabbed the handle of her luggage. Her black Jansport backpack was already slung on her shoulder, and would serve as her carry-on for the plane ride. She also had a duffel bag to carry. She sighed as she began to haul the heavy suitcase into the huge crowd. Anya Alexis hated big crowds and could be slightly clastriphobic at times. This was one of those times. She was pushed, thrust, and hurtled through the huge crowd as she attempted to squeeze through to the baggage area. Finally, after pushing out of the pack, she was able to burst out into the baggage area. She let out a loud sigh, blowing her bangs away from her face as she wheeled her suitcase to the baggage conveyor belt. She picked it up and dropped it on the belt, along with her duffel bag. Soon she'd be on the plane for the start of her fantastic journey. She couldn't wait.

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What I'm wearing: Coat-Jeans-Scarf-Shoes-Glasses
Notes: If anyone was wondering, Anya's glasses aren't real. They are fake, but she likes to wear them ^^


*~*Soleste Lyn Pierce*~*
Soleste stood in the bathroom, fixing up her long red-ish hair with a small smile on her face. Finally! The time was here. She had raised enough money to get outta that foster home, away from her foster parents, and travel the world for a whole year! Nothing in the world could be better then that. Nothing. So, she couldn't help but smile. Her so-called 'parents' seemed to be a little bit sad that she was leaving. These foster parents were, well, slightly different then the rest. The weird thing was that they actually seemed to like Soleste, no matter how moody and unattentive she was, no matter how many tantrums she threw and how much she cussed. She couldn't put her finger on it. No matter how much she misbehaved, they were still kind. "Oh well." Soleste said to her reflection, which stared back at her, mouthing the exact same worrds. Soleste was always the 'spitting image' of her mother. She looked just like her mother did when she was Soleste's age, according to the few pictures Soleste had of her mother. Those very pictures were in a little photo album, tucked safely away in Soleste's carry on satchel. There was one of her mother in college, one of her mother in the hospital, holding Soleste herself, one of her mother just sitting down at her kitchen table, reading. And, somehow her father was in all of them. Soleste had, of course, cut him out of every photo he was in with her mother. He didn't even deserve to be in the same memory as her mother.

Soleste finally tore her eyes away from her reflection to check the time on her new phone that her 'parents' had bought her for the trip. She had found out their numbers were programmed into it, in hopes that she would contact them. Fat chance Soleste thoguth angrily as she pressed the end button to turn it on. There was about fifteen minutes until the flight left, and Soleste had already unloaded her baggage first thing. So, she had fifteen minutes to quickly grab something to eat or drink. She walked out of the restroom, looking around her. She could see a few small caffes, a couple fast food restruants, and then a food court with a more extensive choice of things to eat. Soleste, being Soleste, decided to go for the fast food. She made a right and discovered a Mcdonalds, just a few feet away. She ran up to the counter and ordered fries and a small Pepsi, then taking her food and sitting down in the waiting area, just outside where they were to board the plane. "I can't believe it's finally here." she said happily to herself while pulling out a fry to munch on.

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What I'm wearing: Hoodie-Pants-Shoe
Notes: Yes, Soleste is dressed for comfort for her plane ride ^^
And for those who didn't know, Soleste may be American, but she is very Oriental looking

{Posting Logan's intro later tonight ^^}